Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
“Can you get off me, please?”
“No. Don’t think so.” I pluck a twig from her hair and toss it, then roll my hips against her. “What are you doing out here, baby?”
She tries to shove my chest, so I pin her wrists over her head and nibble on her neck. Not on her claiming mark, just above it. “Your hand okay?”
“It’s fine. Just a scratch. Trying to find my sister. You said she wasn’t far, so I figured I’d try to find her. Off me, Mason.”
“So you snuck out on me while I was asleep, planning to stay gone?” I grind my erection against her. “Saw your bags outside, wildberry.”
She doesn’t really want me off her. She wants me to fuck her. I can feel it. I can smell it.
She doesn’t answer. Her heart rate is picking up though. And her cheeks are flushed.
“Why did you go without me?” I ask, continuing to tickle her throat with my tongue, teasing near the claiming mark. “I know where Tyson lives and it’s too far on foot, unless you can run like the wind like I can.”
The scent of her arousal hangs heavily in the air and it’s making my mouth water. I flick my tongue over her claiming mark and the arousal scent intensifies.
Is my Amelia about to go into heat? There’s a nuance to her arousal aroma that’s new. Not surprising with the current moon phase.
“Running is definitely not one of my specialties. Can you please get off of me?”
“Naw, not until we get a few things straight.” And not until I’ve had a fix of my delicious little mate.
“Such as?”
“Such as you not leaving without talking to me, leaving a note or a text, something…” I grind against her and caress the side of her breast. She’s wearing a tight white shirt with pink glitter on it under her pink jacket.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And serious. We need some mutual courtesy. I leave, I’ll let you know where I’m going, when I’ll be back. You do the same. Put me in your phone and I’ll put you in mine.”
“Listen here… this is pointless. I’m finding Ivy today, whether you like it or not, and then I’m going with her to figure out this witchcraft bullshit so I can move on with my life.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, I’ll go move in with Mom or Ivy. Get my shit from Whatshisface’s and let you know when it’s all over with so you know you can move on, too.” She shrugs.
“I’m perfectly happy with you here. Under me. I’ll be even happier in a second.”
Her eyes search my face. “What’s happening in a second?”
“This.” I snap the button of her jeans open and the zipper slides down as I slip my hand inside. When I hit that sweet, wet center of her with the pad of my middle finger, it easily slides inside.
“You snuck out this morning. Don’t do that again.” My finger goes deeper.
“And if I do?” She pants, opening her legs a little bit.
“If you do, I might have to punish you,” I threaten, giving her a dark look while adding another finger.
“W-what does that mean?” Her eyes darken with need and her legs part a little further, making me smile.
“Don’t test me unless you wanna find out,” I warn, touching my lips to hers while pumping my fingers in and out. There’s not a lot of room with these jeans of hers. They need to come off.
“Are you serious right now?” she asks.
“Why’d you sneak out, Amie?”
She heaves out a sigh, grips my wrist and tries to pull my hand out of her underwear. I don’t budge. Instead, I press my finger against her g-spot.
This gets me a gorgeous reaction. Amelia blows out a breath and moistens her lips, “Because…” she grips my wrist, “I figured you’d try to stop me from leaving. You’re not giving me straight answers about my sister and that’s pissing me off. There’s something not being said.”
Observant.
“Your sister is getting acquainted with her new mate. I’ve told you this. They had a fight and they’re working it out. Your mother herself said last night that Ivy’s fine, she talked to her. I’m planning to spend today doing the same … getting acquainted with my new mate. If it makes you feel better, I’ll make some calls, see where things are at. Okay?”
She glares at me. “I’m ready to call the cops on you. That’s where I’m at. Enough keeping me from my sister. Either you take me there right now or I call the police. How’s that?”
I rear back. She looks serious.
“Amie…”
“I need to find my fucking sister. Okay? I mean it! And this sorcery is fucking with my head, my logic.” She taps her head. “I should’ve left last night to do my shit, not let you drive me, practically thanking you for taking me to break it off with Whatshisface when in reality my keys are hidden somewhere by you. I n-need to think straight and that’s not easy with you and your…” She gestures to me like the rest of the sentence isn’t needed. She is definitely angry.